Author: HenneyBuggyBand PM
TO: Ben Gibbard of death cab. i love him. I just realized my name and crap is on it, but idk if you can do anything about it, so i won't worry.Rated: Fiction K - English - Words: 178 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 05-13-07 - Status: Complete - id: 2361163
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He wanders onto the raised platform,
His shoulders arranged in composure.
With an average countenance,
Politely windswept hair,
Thick, dramatic glasses,
And a reluctant shadow of a beard,
He has the casual appeal
Of a local coffee shop disciple.
The glare of the red stage beam
Makes him shimmer in his slightly under-confident guise.
He picks up his guitar
With awkward elbows, shoulders, and hands.
His chin plummets to his chest,
Tilting this way and that,
Plucking and stroking the strings
Until they squeak and whine
Under his tender caress.
Then he flicks up his head to explain his piece
In a familiar voice like that of a celebrity.
Sweet melody blossoms from his guitar
And he begins to sing, rocking back and forth,
His neck craned to reach the microphone.
He carries on, singing and strumming,
His rich, vaguely trilling voice dips along the notes,
Ensnaring the audience with lush, subdued lyrics
That carry through universes of memory
Like a conversation with an old friend.